“Overhead, the fine blue sky is now streaked with half a dozen contrails, sad evidence of our misplaced search for wonderment.”

Blue skies at sunset, where once on a lazy summer day, with some excitement, we counted eighteen plumes of contrails from jets crossing the farm overhead. Then today, the sun drops below the horizon and not a single stream mars the heavens. It offers a glimmer of a saner world traversed at a more thoughtful pace, where we can cross a trail from the here to there with out even disturbing the brush.

So, finally, in the midst of this fear and loss, a sign above of what we have to gain, were we only to have the courage to grasp it.

The annual Earth Day post. We will see if Jody and Michelle at animasoul, Clem at Gulliver’s Pulse, Ruben at Small and Delcious Life, and Chris at Small Farm Futures take up the challenge this year.